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I have often asked
why the storms leave behind
an array of vacuous feels
storms has to come
so is the feels around
but this reply is too impulsive
for my inquisitive half
but why you look for rose gardens
as it never have been promised
I get skirted my own self
why you look for replies
when you know
there is none at all
it fails to satisfy me
I search more and more
the infinite of horizons grow farther
I come back
the reality laughs at me
I ask my self
should I also learn
how to actualise the shallow laughs
there is no one to reply
but I ask instead
why you look for
for that
who has no existence at all
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when the crushing reality puts its excruciating pains
at my nerves and heart together
I remember you
how come that's going to prove a point
my volcanic heart speaks like a dying soldier
with bleeding arteries spread over the body and soul together
still a hope remains
may reinforcement shall come
to save me
but the pains make the brain too intolerable
let me have my inning finished
as the another day shall come
and I don't want live it again and again
I ask myself
why you're so desperate
keep the truth inside your being around
it get jostled
an earth quake of my own beings
may be
I put my faith to test
is it that day has an eventful entity at all
or the recurring bursting nerves
I ask my self
its really tough to absorb
I recall
the faith of my own being
lost over the time
how far
how much
My soul whispers
I ignore all
as the sun has to come again
bereft of my reality
crunch or happening
how does it matter
so far u know
how to struggle the ways around
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my ex boss now chief of a software company at chennai was so genius
Now when I start my pencil to run
Not only me
but my pencil misses him
Love is exotic
so the chance encounter of this beauty
she may be knowing of me
I hardly know her
inspite of my oceanic worth
at my fields of activities
my heart asks
do you love her
I ask instead retorting the same breath
Do the stupid creature like like you know
what Love stands for
it keeps mum for a few moments
like a Himalayan beauty who gets hurt on somethin special
but only to get reactivated like the horror bio science movies lead characters
I keep skirting its warfare like questions
but it says
how dare you challenge my worth
I do ask
can you tell me please
what is your worth
it retorts back
Do the hell you the damn around
is it you who have brought this exotic heart
mind its me only
I stare at my heart
but keep mum
source: Neha.c.mehta, kiran&anu,
its often
my heart takes me to task
as I travel my path
too undefined
least known to me
I wonder whether love is a real solution
to put you in shape
or the fights of monotony and you
shall it be the final word to negotiate
I have asked and wondered at the environs
my heart says
how many times you will make
sand dunes have too ephemeral shelf life
I simply laugh
probably my heart has started to learn
the damn science of my dummy brain
but I really don't know
who is a trouble maker
is it my heart
or my brain
source: Neha.c.mehta, kiran&anu,
happenings at nerves is something
known to the privileged ones
it can be visualized from the environment
this beauty points to the factual reality
if it gets actualized at one's nerves
this state of intellectual excellence is simply something too realistic and exotic that shall /can make the things look too rosy that hitherto look too dull or monotonous
but for uninitiated ones
its simply Greek to their brains
howsoever one have studied at his/her books or might have acquired the degree(s) in umpteenth
I often feel like
whilst stepping my way at Rajpath
its a happening place over the yrs
I see the tourists
I do ask whether they realize the fact
heart says yes
but brain differs
so my twin evils start fighting
like the kids at their playground
just for nothin
but how far this is relevant over the space and time paradigm
it depends
how far you can evolve to that state of mind
whether you imbibe others effervescence
at your inner psyche
it may be too hi fi way of thinking
but its a reality
source: neha.c.mehta, kiran&anu, Dr.Dimple
when I am writing this
lots of relevance has already been lost
as it became the simple causality to the whims of times
but why
my heart often asks me like a kid with new found world around
me the docile entity around
search for the soul and face
that shall come
with the flowers of replies
the time has crushed under
but my nerves : they simply don't accept defeat
like the fighting general
who believes the reinforcement is just at hand's distance
and dies to the last bullet
fighting for the cause for the others
who hardly remember after a months time
but why such fighting spirit came a coincidence
with the such volcanic heart
may be life is never complete
heart asks too much
brain realises the reality quotient
and the twins fight with each other
to find a solution
that never comes
as time knows
it has not evolved
to be that quick
source: Neha.c.Mehta, kiran&anu, Dr Dimple
at this moment of time my place of happenings is showing its muscular/material+electronic prowess to tel its potential adversaries : never to think of challenging this sovereign entity and waste the valuable lives around.
I am not detailed for duty this time so I am trying to prove my worth around what beauty and love can achieve and infinite frontiers of my capability to realize its worth and reality but I have one different aspect in that I need not tel to my adversaries that I am a horrible genius around and no body can ever think of simply catch my psyche none the least simply understand me
the reason is too evident: I myself tel a lot to praise my love and its infinite reality/horizon aspects to fight my own monotony
I know Nature is so cruel it never allows a genius brain to have his/her own world of reality eg. Munshi Prem Chand of Hindi literature, Harbind Khurana of the genetics fields, and the list is endless, as here I do not wish you to tel the general knowledge of the world's happenings around.
but I feel to tel that Hitler was also a genius as he visualized to unite the German Empire but he could not know his weakness , not to cross the laxman Rekha in becoming an opportunistic to act exactly like his past adversaries who really did on ground reality.
this is a preface only , to tel the worth of this beauty queen, who can evoke the forbidden
I have often asked
